Apollon's Assembly

 

Your eyes uncover flaws I cannot see
and draw from them the tears of yesterday,
reminding me of summers yet to be
and moonbeams on the greens where maybes play.
Your tongue leaves bruises on my barren skin
which shadowed build an image, filagreed,
of star-born armour coloured by the sin
that fills the charcoal outline of my need.
Your smile leaves splintered mirrors in my mind,
each different truth refracted and remade;
the silver of my future redefined,
my imperfections brazenly displayed.
With chains of sunlight on my naked feet,
I stand before you broken and complete.